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A hat can hide a head that's bald
Or one with unwashed hair.
It often makes the wearer feel
That he or she has flair.
Protection from the sun or rain
A hat can, too, provide.
The wind won't get to tresses
When a cap's tucked them inside.
Of late, I've started sporting hats
Of many styles and brims.
I choose the one that matches
What I'm wearing or my whims.
The only drawback that I find
Is when I'm dining out
Or in the theater where no racks
Or closets are about...
I have no clue where it should go
Or what to do with it,
So through the show or meal
Upon my lap it gets to sit.
A tiny price to pay, I think;
We go the extra mile
And suffer just a little bit
To strut around in style.
As I roast the year's turkey
I can't forget to thank God for my family
The times I have spent in their company
Brings smile to my face in their memory
Thank God for the people with whom I share my dinner
I promise to respect and love them forever
Through this year, I have a Blessed Thanksgiving
Which is uncompromising
Today as I pick the year's turkey to roast
Together with my friends shall I raise a toast
Let out praises to God for giving them to me
That we may all have a reason in oneness as we be
Thanking Him, for all our sisters and brothers Despite the fact that we fight, they never hiss
May you have a Happy Thanksgiving as well
And a good testimony to tell
When I talk to God, I have no clue
Nothing is a better prayer than a silent 'thank you'
It may consists of barely two words but means a lot
It says so much that even a thousand of words cannot
May I have many reasons to thank Him the more
I believe the year is still one a core
As many blessings it has in store
Which it shall to my favors before end pore
Thanksgiving is a day to count the blessings in your life
It is the time to celebrate and be joyous
It is a day of pride that one's heart pleases
With many more wins that kindle laugh
It is a day to acknowledge the presence of the people who form your world
To realize how precious is their worth
More precious than diamonds and Pearls can be loved
The inspiration that keeps you forth
On this day, I want to wish myself a Happy Thanksgiving
If not acknowledged, it will be such inclining
To have less the value of Love, Grace and Mercy of the lord my God
I pray in the years to come, may we all live in the world where the reasons to thank God will never end.
When the time comes
In this long life of mine
Most of my life worked out fine.
There were a lot of times I had to ask for help.
And sometimes I had to figure it out myself.
Sure, I made a lot of mistakes.
And in my life I got a lot of breaks.
So right before I go will have no regrets.
And this family of mine is my biggest asset.
I always knew this family of mine would be great.
This family of mine never had hate.
However, they are available if you wish to debate.
Sometimes I feel like I still have more to give
But whatever it is, I have no clue.
Today, as I look in my family's eyes
Deep down, I know I won the great prize.
Every day you all live in my heart.
And nothing will ever keep us apart.
I know deep down your love will always shine on me.
And I know that will come with a one hundred percent.
Guarantee
I miss your face
I miss your smile
Looking into the eyes
Where your soul is found
In this life
We all seek truth
The truth is my love’s here
Waiting for you
I pray that you will see
Just what I’m going through
This is me.....
Missing you...
It’s like I’m on the ocean
With no rescue
On a cold December day
When the sky ain’t blue
I’m missing while forgetting
Everything I need to do....
This is me....
Missing you....
How did you paint a picture
In my mind
One that never goes away
Over time
How did you take control
Of my heart I have no clue...
This is me....
Missing you....
It’s like I’m on the ocean
With no rescue
On a cold December day
When the sky ain’t blue
I’m missing while forgetting
Everything I need to do....
This is me....
Missing you....
Everyday I wake up to this bad dream
One where I’m resigned to only lose
Today won’t be the day
I get to see your face
This is me...
Missing you....
This is me....
Missing you...
Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big man with little wisdom compiled in their head.The truck is bigger than the street and it swallow up everything that
it meets, competition is so sweet and it can drag you out in the middle of the street. It can back
you up into the corner,and it can make you listen
to a careless whisper, big trucks will make you linger.The street is narrow, the street is short but the big truck has swallow it all, a show of talent, a show of strength will make is rocking the street until it is bent.The fellow is hanging on the side of the truck, the driver is pressing the gas more and the people are mocking and jeer asking and asking for more. I sat at the garbage can observing the recklesness of man.The truck, the man, and the courage of the pennyless man walking around kitchen street begging a dollar to buy something to eat while big tucks without goods roaming aimlessly through the little town galivanting up and down.What is the purpose of this daily fleet going around in the street, to say who is working and who is giving the order,
what a waste of talent, what a waste of strength
the game is one again and they are going to play
it until they are dead.They know that their contracts are up and they are and they are all out
of luck.See them comming from all corners and the time is getting shorter,and their base gets smaller.They are giving up their loyality to take a chance with the royality, they will take a chance at something new and they have considered it through and through.The sun has dissapeared underneath the clouds on a new mission for the earth.It is comming closer to you and you must review in through and through and through.Big truck crawling like ant, big trucks waiting at the ports, big trucks loaded with dirt, big trucks in the showcase, make your choice before it is too late. Big trucks is waiting for you big trucks will cause misery for me and you overturn the red and white dump truck in the middle of the wasteland and get the occult people out of the land.Big trucks are on the detour road, big trucks are running out of gas, big trucks have lost their contracts, big trucks are struggling on the makeshift road.
Sheep And Cattle
The government issued citations today
My sheep and cattle are not welcome into town no more
They must wear diapers in the fields
And not allowed outside on Sundays
No more grain or grass for them, the complaint read
No more manure
It is a matter of manners
Sheep can be used exclusively for stews
Cattle must become hamburgers and wear brown shoes
No more farting in the meadows
My animals give off gases which is against the laws of nature
Destroying the ozone levels in the process
Offending the atmosphere
I have no clue who creates these laws
Politicians with nothing better to do
Someone needs to remove their heads from their posterior
Or my animals will stop producing food
Hi today I woke up a few minutes before 8am stood up to go pi at 8am
then went to the kitchen to have breakfast, I prayed, did the Rosary then left
to go to my bedroom for Saturday Coffee Chat lead by Ms. Yvette and Ms.
May. I was practicing what to say but unfortunately I did not get to check in. I
was relieved when I finished the whole Daily Reflection on the month of March
and after the group, I did the Living Faith’s Daily Reflection for the month of
April. I don’t know but God took away my voice but He exchanged it and I
don’t want to say better because it’s what I can do. Although I’m disable with
paralyzed left arm I think I can do a good job in writing poetry but I don’t
have any clue of poetry’s Rhythm or Meter. I actually don’t have much words
to say that’s why I’m reading the English-Tagalog dictionary hoping that I can
make at least a Sonnet or a 14 lines poem about I have no clue. I can make a
narrative poem with this story. I printed the how to make a poetry and
embarrassed that I still don’t have any clue in writing a poetry. What I use is
the Daily Reflection of different people in Living Faith, God gave me a gift
breaking a Daily reflection into 4 stanzas or Quatrain in poetry then turn it
into poetrysoup.com where I am a premium member 11 yrs ago when I only
paid $150 because right now is 159. I don’t know what else to say. U know I
didn’t get to speak earlier because I don’t know I’m shy. People that knew me
from before knows that I’m not shy. Maybe because of my disability I tend to
mumble and scared because I don’t want to look stupid, u know this is not
the real me and I don’t like it. I’m a person that some friends say that I have
a thick face. I don’t know why I can’t work. It seems like I need to let out
what I have to say this morning. God please help me, thanks.
I search, I ponder, but to no avail,
I march to the tune, my vessel doth sail.
Up, down, all around, from here to thither,
From warm to hot, from cold to shiver.
Vanity of vanities, all is vain,
Full of labor, is there no sanity.
Some are crooked, some are straight,
Some are round, left to its own fate.
From riches to rags, from rags to riches,
From dull to wise, only others to cliche's.
No profit, no profit, what am I to do?
From man's store house of wisdom, I have no clue.
I yearned; I cried, there must be some peace,
A glitter of light, I laid out a fleece.
My plea dear God, show me the way,
Amity came near, God made my day!
I'm not proud to say I've done drugs I've drank.
I'm not proud to say I was happy doing them.
every time I was high it was an escape from what I should have been facing.
I got drunk just cause I knew people who drank.
I'm tired of trying to fit in with everyone.
sure i may be weird in my own way.
people tell me i have good looks.
and my looks is what gets me places but I'm tired of people only seeing my looks.
i want them to see me for me past the smile past the fake smile's past it all.
I'm not proud of the things iv done and now that im graduating in may it scares me
it scares me that i have no clue what im doing with my life
i don't have a job and soon I won't have anything to communicate with people.
I'm scared of everything.
I wanted this year to go well for me but how can it go well when i don't know what iI'm doing.
I have offers to college but no money to go.
I'm scared that I'm always going to be traped in this house that I want to escape.
Like a gorilla to his chest you reign down on me
Releasing your pain down on me.
The days of the slave are not of past
Because I feel the whip in every punch you cast.
I do not leave for I fear
You have made your threat very clear.
I must obey, I must not defy
simply, I must not speak my mind.
For if I think you will surely see,
The hatred you hold is not for me.
You can pretend I have no clue
Of the darkness that lurks inside of you.
Deep within a stunted seed,
So malnourished it seeks to feed
Upon me you prey, not for I am weak
But because an honest word is all I speak.
You find me a opponent to be taught
So you spin a web of lies in which I will be caught.
You unleash your demon who awaits his favorite game
Of violently ravishing my body and slandering my name.
A sad reality that I often face,
You see, you are the type to try to bend that which cannot break.
Deep in heart, I pity your boyish ways.
I pray for the day into a man you will change.
Until then you use me bare
and will move on to find another as if I was never there.
You do not feel guilt nor shame,
The master of his favorite game.
Except, you lose each time I heal
Because foolish boy, that is the difference between
fake and real.